I recently read an article that listed the "woes of summer" and stated, among reasonable woes such as mosquito bites, that kidney stones are one of their top 10 summer afflictions.
Full disclosure: I’ve never had a kidney stone but I’m sure they’re painful and awful and a woe of every season, and I am by no means trying to elicit hate mail from readers who think I’m making light of kidney stones. I absolutely am not trying to downscale the horror they are. I’m only saying that when it comes to summer, passing a calcified rock is not something I worry about when the calendar flips.
Other woes listed include a brain-eating bacteria and some infection that you get from coming in contact with rat poo which apparently happens more because we’re barefoot in the summer. All of these things sound miserable, but I don’t think they should overshadow some of the battles I face as a mom on a daily basis…
Green Popsicles. After everyone has eaten all of the pinks, purples, blues, and eventually the oranges, we’re left with a pile of the one flavor that none of the dozens of kids who come to our house will eat. To deal with this woe, I have to either convince a new kid that it’s watermelon flavor or head to the store to get more.
A dozen different bedtimes and wakeups. Just because a teenager can stay up until 4 a.m. and technically sleep until noon doesn’t mean he should. Especially when mom and dad have to get up for work and mom is grumpy from a restless sleep and doesn’t particularly feel like tiptoeing around so someone can get his beauty rest.
The infamous and wicked proclamation of "I’m bored." This will chew you up and spit you out as a parent, and there are times during my summer woes that I stomp around reminding at high volumes that I’m not an entertainment director and if they really, truly have nothing to do, I will certainly find one something them. And it won’t be petting kitty cats or anything even remotely fun.
And while I’m no stranger to summer rashes from spending time outdoors, the biggest woe I personally face is having "no food" in the house. I’m not sure how my children survived without snacking on four-course meals every hour while they were in school, but it seems they are more than making up for it. And because of schedules (refer to woe No. 2) it seems there is always someone eating and always someone requesting something we don’t have. These statements are usually followed by a weary, maternal voice saying, "There are green Popsicles in the freezer. They’re watermelon."